Since I was off to the Jaipur Literature Festival, described correctly and cunningly as ‘the largest free literary festival on Earth’, I thought it would be apt to while away my hours by watching readers in the airport.

The Mughals: Life, Art and Culture at the Indira Gandhi National Centre for the Arts with its Mughal miniatures, bursting with colour and crammed dexterously on very finite flat surfaces, highlight what we all instinctively know about Mughal art. Indrajit Hazra writes.

There’s only one wish I have for the future of this country: that its children and their children — all heterosexual and created from the natural vitamins and juices of heterosexuality — live in an India free of squinty-eyed perverts, writes Indrajit Hazra.

By the time you read this, you'll have known whether the Aam Aadmi Party (AAP) has played the role of a spoiler, spoilsport or gatherer of spoils in the Delhi assembly elections. Indrajit Hazra writes.

Sachin Tendulkar is no more. One of my neighbours, a moderately big hirsute man, has been weeping incessantly since Friday morning when the Greatest Human Being Ever was dismissed by some Indo-Guyanese chap whose name really doesn't matter.

In an ideal world, only performances, issues and promises should make parties win or lose elections. Speeches and opinion polls made by various politicians across parties do indeed colour our judgement. Indrajit Hazra writes.

In India, there is still something inherently lascivious about possessing an air-conditioner. Recently, Congress vice-president Rahul Gandhi too raked up the issue, when he said the BJP’s brand of politics “is the politics of air-conditioners and corporate houses”. Indrajit Hazra writes.

The black and white photos of the past unobtrusively force us to believe that the world they inhabited was also a black and white one, shorn of any colour that we find ourselves swimming in. Indrajit Hazra writes.